Flowers and Vines and...Painting? [Semi-closed]
WHO: Chang Wufei, Heero Yuy, and Kurama. Open to those who reside in Paradise Blossoms, and anyone who might want to stop in as a customer!
WHAT: A...temporary?...job.
WHERE: Paradise Blossoms
WHEN: Day 104, beginning promptly at 9 AM.
Had Kurama been anyone else, he probably would have been waiting outside the shop, just as an extra confirmation that it was, in fact, the right place. But, he had never pretended to be anything than but he was, and in his opinion, if the two couldn't find the shop on their own, they weren't worth hiring.
So he stood behind the counter, a pile of pots and bags of potting soil beside him, working quickly and silently to move pots into larger, more comfortable pots. It wouldn't, perhaps, be the best example of employer-employee relations, doing as much of the work himself as he could, but it would cut costs, and being confined to his human body - and human persona - hadn't changed the fact that he still liked to hoard what he had.
Besides, he'd be paying them extra to paint the storefront, anyway.
His hands slipped easily in and out of the pots and soil, coaxing roots to pull free and then reform in the new pots. That, too, was possibly a bit of...cheating...but had he not had quite so many plants that needed repotting, it would have been simple to do it himself. The sheer volume though, meant that he required at least a bit of help.
Absently, he glanced up the - newly replaced - glass front of the shop and marked the position of the shadows beyond, hands still moving automatically through leaves and blossoms and soil. If the two were anything like he thought they were - from only a brief interaction on the journals - they would be here within a few minutes.
WHAT: A...temporary?...job.
WHERE: Paradise Blossoms
WHEN: Day 104, beginning promptly at 9 AM.
Had Kurama been anyone else, he probably would have been waiting outside the shop, just as an extra confirmation that it was, in fact, the right place. But, he had never pretended to be anything than but he was, and in his opinion, if the two couldn't find the shop on their own, they weren't worth hiring.
So he stood behind the counter, a pile of pots and bags of potting soil beside him, working quickly and silently to move pots into larger, more comfortable pots. It wouldn't, perhaps, be the best example of employer-employee relations, doing as much of the work himself as he could, but it would cut costs, and being confined to his human body - and human persona - hadn't changed the fact that he still liked to hoard what he had.
Besides, he'd be paying them extra to paint the storefront, anyway.
His hands slipped easily in and out of the pots and soil, coaxing roots to pull free and then reform in the new pots. That, too, was possibly a bit of...cheating...but had he not had quite so many plants that needed repotting, it would have been simple to do it himself. The sheer volume though, meant that he required at least a bit of help.
Absently, he glanced up the - newly replaced - glass front of the shop and marked the position of the shadows beyond, hands still moving automatically through leaves and blossoms and soil. If the two were anything like he thought they were - from only a brief interaction on the journals - they would be here within a few minutes.